I had a massage at noon, met Justin for lunch, went in to the UW medical center at 2 p.m., and was back home resting comfortably on the couch at 2:30. Only nothing had changed. In my excitement and overzealousness I made a mistake. My IUD appointment is next Monday.
I'm fairly certain that the fault doesn't rest solely on my scatter-brainedness, a result of no longer being certain of what day it is due to no time commitments. I only scheduled the appointment last Thursday and am nearly 100% sure that the receptionist told me "next Monday, the 9th." Of course, the 9th is NOW next Monday, but at the time "next Monday" was the 2nd. Because I no longer have any idea what day it is, I heard "next Monday" and that's it. It's not the first time someone responsible for scheduling an appointment for me has misused the phrase to this end. It might have even been the same person; I wouldn't be surprised.
I was pretty pissed. So was Justin-- he'd taken time off from class for my medical procedure. I drove him back to campus where, hopefully, he'll get permission to take class off next week to be there for me again. Frankly, I just wanted to get it over with. A short time between reservation and appointment meant less time to think about it or hear people uneducated about IUDs rage against them. Getting it done TODAY meant just lumping all my pains together and resting. Getting it done next week means introducing new pain into an otherwise healthy body and possibly interfering with job interviews or other pending responsibilities. I don't want to wait any more.
But I guess I have to. So wait I will. I mean, I can barely walk... so what else am I gonna do?
Posted on October 02, 2006 @ 4:11 PM | 0 comments
I'm fairly certain that the fault doesn't rest solely on my scatter-brainedness, a result of no longer being certain of what day it is due to no time commitments. I only scheduled the appointment last Thursday and am nearly 100% sure that the receptionist told me "next Monday, the 9th." Of course, the 9th is NOW next Monday, but at the time "next Monday" was the 2nd. Because I no longer have any idea what day it is, I heard "next Monday" and that's it. It's not the first time someone responsible for scheduling an appointment for me has misused the phrase to this end. It might have even been the same person; I wouldn't be surprised.
I was pretty pissed. So was Justin-- he'd taken time off from class for my medical procedure. I drove him back to campus where, hopefully, he'll get permission to take class off next week to be there for me again. Frankly, I just wanted to get it over with. A short time between reservation and appointment meant less time to think about it or hear people uneducated about IUDs rage against them. Getting it done TODAY meant just lumping all my pains together and resting. Getting it done next week means introducing new pain into an otherwise healthy body and possibly interfering with job interviews or other pending responsibilities. I don't want to wait any more.
But I guess I have to. So wait I will. I mean, I can barely walk... so what else am I gonna do?
Posted on October 02, 2006 @ 4:11 PM | 0 comments
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